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This Is My Brave Face- Mum’s Voice Guest Post

13th April 2018 by Elle 1 Comment

There’s one and there’s the other

“There’s one, and there’s the other…”, the sonographer calmly announced.

Oh my goodness. Twins. I was having twins. After experiencing a bleed at 11 weeks pregnant I thought I was suffering from a miscarriage however I was just getting bigger, twice as fast. My crying changed to laughing and then I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry so went a bit hysterical. Connor, on the other hand didn’t talk. In fact, he didn’t say much for the next two days apart from “twins Amy” in disbelief.

Although I struggled with the pain of my body growing twice as fast, I loved my forever growing bump and the nervous excitement that we were expecting twin girls. By 21 weeks the nausea had finally lifted and at long last I had the ‘pregnancy glow’.

On Thursday 23rdJune 2016, I struggled to wake up. My body felt so exhausted. At 9am, I was jolted awake by a sudden feeling I had wet myself. I lifted up the quilt and the sheets were covered in blood. My waters had gone. I was only 24 weeks pregnant.

At Harrogate District Hospital, it was confirmed that Twin 1 was without her waters. As they only took babies from 32 weeks gestation, we were lucky to find out that Leeds General Infirmary had two available incubators.

 Due to both Twins being breach, Twin 1 standing on her cord and the added risk of a prolapsed cord, the antenatal ward became my new home. For the next seventeen days, I managed to keep my girls inside of me. I would constantly count down on my fingers how many days it was until I was another week pregnant. I often looked at all the mums arriving on the ward with their full term bumps and think how lucky they were. What I would have done to be in their shoes. I watched and listened in wonder at them arriving with their car seats, hospital bags, birthing balls and cries of pain as they went into labour.

On Saturday 9thJuly, I started to experience niggling period-like pains and that night, found it difficult sleeping. Things were beginning to feel different. I knew deep down that this was the beginning of labour.

 

Sunday 10th July

 At 26 weeks plus 6 days pregnant, I caught an infection and went into early labour. I was moved to the delivery suite and later that evening Twin 1’s heart rate fell dramatically. I was rushed in for an emergency caesarean.

At 21:27, Twin 1, Charlotte, was born and at 21:30, Twin 2, Esme, was born. I remember the anaesthetist congratulating us on the arrival of our girls. It felt so strange to hear the word ‘congratulations’. It didn’t feel right. They were supposed to be born and then straight into my arms. My arms, where I could hold them, kiss them, whisper that I loved them. I couldn’t do any of that. They were busy; busy fighting for their lives.

At 11pm the Neonatal Registrar came to see us in the delivery suite. He explained that Esme was stable and doing well but they were struggling to ventilate Charlotte. He clarified that she might not make it. My world stood still. I couldn’t move and just stared into space.

An hour later the Neonatal Consultant arrived and announced that Charlotte was stable. I cried the happiest, most relieved tears I had ever cried. I was so proud of my little girl, she was incredible.

We were given the go ahead to go and see our girls. Connor wheeled me from one incubator to the other. I couldn’t say much. Words seemed to get stuck. I wanted to be this strong mother I imagined myself to be but I couldn’t. I couldn’t even bring myself to say I loved them out loud. I felt ashamed. What mother couldn’t tell their new born babies they loved them? I did though. I loved them both with all my heart. I gazed into each incubator with overwhelming love. Despite having so many tubes and their faces covered, they were the most beautiful babies I had ever seen. They were mine. I felt so lucky to have met them and to be able to call them my daughters. I was their mother.

 

Life on the neonatal unit

Nobody could have prepared me for my journey into motherhood. There I was, a new mother, yet I was attached to breast pumps and spent my nights cuddling ‘fleece buddy blankets’ instead of my babies. I couldn’t protect, hold, hear, kiss, feed or even dress my babies. Was this how motherhood was supposed to be? Above all, the feeling that upset me the most was that I didn’t feel like a real Mummy. I didn’t feel like the Mum I so desperately wanted to be.

When the girls were a few weeks old and we were no longer living by the hour, I began to relax into my new role as a Mother. I had my little routine and found ‘Mummy jobs’ to do. It makes me smile how I refer to it as ‘Mummy jobs’ because for many weeks there was the strange feeling of being a visitor. I spent my days talking to the nurses, having skin to skin contact (if they were well enough), comfort holding, doing their cares and making several trips to the expressing room.

I held Esme when she was three days old and Charlotte when she was eight days old. Unfortunately they were always too poorly for it to be possible to hold them both at the same time. I didn’t mind this too much as I imagined I would have plenty of time for this when I got them home. During the hours I held them, I would forget how critically ill they were.

One of my main ‘jobs’ was to feed the girls. The thought of stopping expressing, even through the hardest of times, never crossed my mind. By 6 weeks, one of the ward sisters laughed and said I had expressed enough milk to feed half of Yorkshire. I ended up donating all of my breast milk.

One of the toughest parts of my day was leaving Charlotte and Esme and walking out of the intensive care door. Every time I left, I felt like my maternal instinct and mother nature would start screaming at me. When I was away from the neonatal ward, the fear intensified and panic often settled in.

The hardest days in hospital were spent living in fear of the unknown, staying strong and continuing to put one heavy foot in front of the other. Between Charlotte and Esme, they faced many premature baby problems. At ten days old we found out that Charlotte had had a large bleed to her brain. A few days later Esme was fighting for her life due to catching an infection and both her lungs collapsing. Charlotte then caught the infection and her lungs collapsed too. Those days my life became a living nightmare and I had to face my fears as they hurtled towards me from every angle. During the times they were stable for a few days, it was hard to not wonder how long it would be before one or both became poorly again and we would be informed of more devastating news.

At six weeks old, we found out Esme had caught another infection. A cold fear swept over me. I saw the look in Esme’s eyes, her change in skin colour, her lack of movement. Sights that were all too familiar; sights which I had never wished to see again, but this time seemed different. Deep down I knew something wasn’t right. I felt it in my heart.

Sadly at seven weeks, Esme lost her fight due to her extreme prematurity, septicaemia and ventriculitis.

After giving birth to Esme, holding her and being her mother, my knowledge of love became stronger. However it was only upon understanding the pain of knowing the kindest thing to do for her, was to let her go, did I truly understand the meaning of love.

Before we took Esme off her ventilation, I had one last question. “Would she be able to meet her twin sister?”

Even though I knew we were saying goodbye to Esme very soon, the moment I held both girls together, my life finally felt complete, my heart felt whole and my arms felt full. Today I feel grateful for that opportunity.

On Monday 29th August 2016 we took Esme off her ventilation. She was with us for twelve more beautiful hours. During that time, I had to be strong for Esme. Every time she resuscitated herself I wanted her to know she was safe, to see her mummy smiling at her so she never learned what it felt like to be scared. I wanted her to know that we were forever proud of her, that she was going to be ok wherever she was going next. I wanted her to feel nothing but love and happiness.

Esme passed peacefully away in my arms at 01:45am on the 30th August 2016.

 

My Warrior

Each day, Charlotte continued to grow stronger. She never failed to put a smile on my face. As I longed for Esme with a shattering heart, Charlotte delicately picked up the falling pieces.

On the 10th October, on Charlotte’s due date, we went home. It was a  day which for many months had been a distant dream. As we left the neonatal unit, my heart burst with pride. We had made it.

My girls taught me that when everything is stripped back you learn what actually matters: love, peace and hope. I am forever grateful that Charlotte and Esme taught me these three things in their purest form.

Campbellinas

Charlotte and Esme were our little Campbellinas.

In memory of Esme and the amazing support we received from the Leeds Neonatal team we set up a non-profitable organisation called ‘Campbellinas’. It has been set up to raise money to help support neonatal units.

This Is My Brave Face

My blog is about learning who I truly am, when my most feared nightmares became my reality.

I have been lucky that I have Charlotte. My amazing girl who makes me smile, who makes me feel alive and who, each day inspires me to put one foot in front of the other. My blog shares the story of my girls, giving birth to premature twins, surviving the neonatal ward, losing my baby, being a mummy to a surviving twin and how I am surviving my current pregnancy.

I hope that by opening my heart I can raise awareness of prematurity, reach out to those who have been on a similar journey, help to support others who may be currently facing adversity and help to break the silence surrounding baby loss.

Love

Amy  xx

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Betty Dora- Mum’s Voice Guest Post

10th April 2018 by Elle 7 Comments

At 39 weeks and 3 days pregnant with our second child, our lives changed irreversibly when we heard the words “I’m sorry there’s no heartbeat.” As I looked on, the screen I had looked at earlier that day where she had put her hand to her face, this time it was still.  I knew instantly she was gone; her little hand lay motionless on the portable scanner screen on the maternity ward, she literally looked liked she was floating in space, where as before she had been so buoyant and bouncy.

When starting a journey of pregnancy and motherhood you never ever imagine the end result will be laying a tiny box containing your child in the ground, why would you? This isn’t to say, of course, that all pregnancies end like this, even I know that they don’t (I have a seven year old and eighteen month old to prove that!).  However, it doesn’t negate from the fact that currently (in the UK alone) nine babies a day are stillborn.  Nine too many.  That day in October 2015, my baby was one of those nine.

When Betty died, we knew straight away that we wanted a post mortem to tell us why.  A simple internet search long before she even left the hospital told me that fifty percent of stillbirth cases are usually unexplained, and don’t ask me why, but I just knew that was going to be us.  There was, and still is nothing, more infuriating than just simply not knowing why.  Even now, most days I think about this and wonder why? Why us? Why her? What went so wrong that she didn’t come home with us?  She will be three this year, and of course you learn to live with it and train your brain to not torment you,  but on tough days this is often one of the things I agonise over the most.  I know it wasn’t my fault, but without a definite cause how can I justify that one-hundred percent?  I can’t.

Although this is my motherhood and one is always missing,  we went onto have our beautiful “rainbow” baby Vinnie. He was born just five  days before his big sisters first birthday – a bittersweet time.  I still don’t think wholeheartedly that I have enjoyed him as much as I should, or could, have.  I am not trying to be morbid, just honest.  As I navigate my way through parenting after loss, I have immense happiness and sadness in equal measure.  I am so blessed to have two strong, beautiful boys who fill my days with laughter, mess and sometimes stress; but it is coupled with another feeling deep down, deep inside my soul.  My daughter is missing, she will always be gone; and I will more than likely never get to parent a little girl; and this hurts.  I have learnt to live with it, but I still feel that little pang of hurt when I watch little girls playing or pass the girly clothes section in the supermarket.

If you are reading this and you have recently experienced a loss, I don’t want to deceive you, the journey will not be easy; but then life in general (unless you are very lucky) isn’t easy.  I want you to know that you will be happy again; it may not feel like that now, maybe not even in a few months, but eventually it will come.  At first you will feel guilt for taking enjoyment from a simple thing, but in time you will learn to embrace every moment.  After all,  you, more than anyone, know what this feels like; the loss, the pain, the guilt, the “what ifs’?”.

When your day is hard just remember the worst has happened to you, and I hope for you, like I do for myself, that we have done our bit.  We have had the worst, and now things can only get better. When I am tired, when I am asking Archie to put his coat on in the morning for the tenth time, when the mundaneness of routine makes me feel a bit ‘rah’; I think of Betty and remind myself how insanely lucky I am.  This doesn’t mean I can’t complain, I can’t feel sad, frustrated or happy.  It just means I appreciate it all that little bit more. A story for another day, perhaps, is parenting after loss.  Regardless of whether you have one child or four, or you lost your first, you are parenting even if you don’t have them here with you.  You will feel the guilt, you will feel the love, you will feel the sadness, and over time you will learn to embrace all of these things; learning that some days you won’t be able to shift the feelings of grief, but that’s ok, it’s normal.

I think the most important thing to remember in all of this is not to compare your motherhood, or yourself,  to anyone else. It’s so easily done, but it will bring you down.  Do things your way, and if you’re  not sure what your way is? Then take a step back, and make up your own rules.  Take each day slowly, if you can only take each hour to begin with, then do that.  Most importantly be kind to yourself.  If you feel uncomfortable with something, a situation, or something someone has said, don’t put yourself there, don’t talk to them or tell them you didn’t feel comfortable with their comment.  There is no set amount of time that you should ‘do things’ or ‘not do them’, set your own pace, this is so important. Now and again you may feel confident to test the waters and step outside your comfort zone, if you can do it then brilliant!  If it doesn’t work that time,  please don’t be too hard on yourself, it will happen another day.

Much like parenting, there is no manual for grief; we all do things in our own way. You will find a strength you never knew existed, but I promise you, you will survive. If you need counselling then take it, and  if you need to be alone, do it.  If you need to talk or write about your baby then talk and write; and if that’s not your thing, then that’s okay too.  If you need a break from social media then take it.  Go back to basics, and focus on what you do have, not what you have lost.  If you think too deeply, often the magnitude of what you lost can be so overwhelming (after all it is major); but break it down and talk; to me, or to another baby loss parent. Talk to your partner or husband or a close friend.

If I could advise you following my own experience then I would say this; please don’t suffer on your own.  Talk when you feel you need to, say their name, let people know you want them to be a part of your family, and remind them that even though they aren’t here that they exist. In time you will talk about them with a smile and not just tears.  Even now when I talk about Betty, or think of her, I have tears and other times when Archie says something lovely about her I smile. I will never be healed, I will never get over her death, but I am learning to live my ‘new normal’; and right now I can say it’s pretty good.

If love could of saved my little girl she would of lived forever, but I live in the hope that she is safe and that she is loved by so many. At night, before I go to bed, I always find the brightest star in the sky and think of her and somehow I always manage to find one. I hope you can do that for your baby too.  I’m so sorry if you are here, but please know you will never be alone.

Jen   x

 

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Mum’s Voice Blog Series

6th April 2018 by Elle No Comments

I suppose it didn’t feel right for me to launch this blog series without a little introduction from me as to why I think it’s so important.  When I found out I had been nominated for the Tommy’s The Baby Charity “Mum’s Voice” award I felt so proud, of Teddy.  I felt proud to have been able to tell the world about him, and that they weren’t afraid to read it.  People weren’t scared that it was catching or that I was trying to share a message of doom and gloom.  I felt proud that I had been able to chip away at that stigma that baby loss is still haunted by, that there would perhaps be less head-tilters and more people saying “Tell me more about your son…”

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Updating the Nest (Just a little…)

22nd March 2018 by Elle 1 Comment

I know I always say this, but I think the sitting room might finally be finished?  It hasn’t been the easiest room to get feeling “just right” as I always seem to find something that needs doing.  When the new armchair and sofa arrived in recent months I thought I had made it feel cosier, but there were a couple of major stumbling blocks still bugging me in this room…..

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